In this unforgettable debut, a moment of metaphysical transformation launches a woman’s beautiful and terrifying journey through her twenties, through loneliness and complicated love that takes her from the depths of the Pacific Ocean to the plains of Texas
A Real Animal follows Lucy through the decade dividing college and real adulthood, as she navigates three distinct romantic relationships, reckons with the false promise of family intimacy, and seeks connection with the sublime and natural worlds. Lucy wants her life to be extraordinary. But this desire never seems to graft easily onto the smallness of her world. As a senior in college struggling to quell the destructive effects of a sexual assault, she gets a glimpse of a different plane of existence—more wild, physical, animal. She moves away from home, breaks up with her long term boyfriend, stops speaking to her mother, and starts dating an alternative, alternatively violent man.
As she changes cities, friends, and partners, there is a persistent sense of wildness in Lucy and in her world that’s only ever barely being controlled. The thrum of a nonhuman existential force in the back of her mind urges her to reject the ordinary, but also reminds her that she is alone in the world. She feels it in the depths of the ocean while deep sea diving, in the cold silences on phone calls with her sister and her mom, in the misunderstanding gaze of a man she thought would love her forever.
Guided by Emeline Atwood’s lightspeed, suspenseful prose, we follow Lucy across states, jobs, relationships, and stages of intimacy with her family, witnessing both moments of horrific pain and quotidian happiness. The years pass by seamlessly, bringing her to the edge of her twenties and back to an altered, barren version of her childhood home, where she must finally come to terms with the fear that being human itself might mean feeling alone, and wild, and unknowable.
Thank you to Rachel from Catapult for sending me an arc of this brilliant book and altering the trajectory of my life, maybe. I read the last few pages over and over and over again in a trance and then wanted to read the whole thing all over again. If you want a book that puts you in touch with our horrible wonderful messy animal existence, read this. if you want to your standards for all other books to be raised impossibly high, read this!!!!!!!!!!
holy shit, this was incredible. from the first page i knew that i was holding something completely remarkable in my hands, and it really truly only gets better from there. by no means is "a real animal" an easy read, but i couldn't put it down nonetheless. this book does what my favorite books do- where it peels back layers of the world and shows me a different way of thinking, a perspective so honest and raw that it stays in my mind and rattles my own approach to life.
how does anyone even actually handle our ridiculous animal existence? how much truth do we need to turn away from in order to survive each day? and what stupid choice do we have but to keep going? fantastically existential, heartbreaking, and affecting. probably already the best read of 2026.
thank youuu sophie for getting me in here. you're correct always
Whew!!! Wow!!! Not like anything else I've ever read. Wild, dizzying, so self-assured, hard to put down because it's such a captivating voice (and sometimes hard to keep going with because so much of what happens is so rough, but it's never bleak). We're all just really at each other's mercy in this world, aren't we? We can't control anything that happens to us or even, to a large extent, how we respond to what does happen. But we really think we can. Oh Lucy. I love you so much and want you to get good therapy so much because you deserve it. I really believe Lucy - who I can't believe isn't a real person - has a better mid-/late adulthood ahead of her. I feel my spirit is larger, and both less and more tethered to my body, having read this. Thank you Emeline Atwood!! Thank you Catapult!! Thank you Sophie!!
I found this book lying on the ground in Brooklyn and was excited to find it's an advance copy of a new author's first book!
Gripping story, I was hooked from the first page. This is the kind of book that keeps you up late reading - I devoured it in two days.
It's disturbing at times, but absolutely brilliant how the author captures her character's inner thoughts, the stream of insecurity no one ever speaks aloud. The main character is so well developed and all the supporting characters feel very realistic; you can picture them and hear their voices, even without pages of agonizing detail on how they look, you get to know them by crisp bits of dialogue. The story follows Lucy throughout her twenties. You're cheering for her at times and many other times she'll make you cringe, roll your eyes, and shake your head. I would definitely read more by this author.
There's no doubt this is an extraordinary novel. It follows no pattern I've ever seen before and never delivers what you expect. It's all first person, from the mind of Lucy, and follows her from college for about ten years through some emotionally harrowing experiences. I've read several positive reviews, looking for someone who saw the central theme of the book the way I did. They use words like transcendence, propulsive, wildly original. I can agree with all those words. But, no one has mentioned the words that jumped out at me in the first paragraph and stayed with me throughout. Unreliable. Lucy is an unreliable narrator. And, to me, there is an obvious reason why she is unreliable. Some of the experiences she describes are impossible, even though to her mind these experiences are reality. What does this tell us about Lucy?
this debut clearly has ambition and emotional weight. it traces a woman’s twenties through trauma, displacement, intimacy, and a persistent sense of wildness, both in outside world and within the self. i understand what this novel is reaching for: the loneliness of becoming an adult, the way grief and desire reshape the body, and the feeling of being slightly unmoored from ordinary life. in that sense, the book succeeds at communicating its thematic intent.
however, as a reading experience, i struggled. the prose is immersive, often heavy with feeling, and while i can see how that will resonate deeply with some readers, it left me feeling burdened rather than absorbed. the emotional weight accumulates without much release, and i found myself reading with a sense of obligation instead of curiosity. i understand that this heaviness is likely deliberate—an invitation to inhabit Lucy’s inner world—but for me, it made the novel difficult to enjoy.
while i appreciated the honesty and vulnerability behind that choice, it isn’t the kind of book i would return to, or one i felt enriched by once i reached the end. still, i can see why it’s receiving such strong praise, particularly from readers who connect to its exploration of trauma, womanhood, and existential isolation. i tend to rate books based on my enjoyment, and despite its strengths, this one was not for me.
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to-read:
lately, i'm drawn to stories about interpersonal relationships and existentialism.